Clinging to the locket that was found in her pocket, Liz Taylor stepped back from the accident scene. This locket was her sister’s. So why did this girl have it in her pocket? It held pictures of their parents, who ironically were killed in a car accident. The girl was laying on the roadway facedown, her neck obviously broken. The man who hit her car was gone…a hit and run. A witness was talking with the officer a few feet away.

Judy had been missing for the past eight years. Opening the locket, Liz saw that the pictures of their parents were gone. Did this girl know Judy? Perhaps this girl got the locket from a thrift store, or maybe Judy lost it somewhere, and this girl found it. Judy’s initials were still inscribed on the back, so she knew it was the one Judy used to wear. Working in the detective agency would benefit her search for clues. Liz knew things like this weren’t coincidence. She prayed for many years for clues to Judy’s whereabouts.

“Ms. Taylor, I’m afraid we need to take the locket as evidence until the investigation is done. Detective Davis will be heading up the investigation if you have any questions.”

Handing back the locket to the officer, she said, “Thank you. I will get in touch with him.”

Detective Dan Davis was new to the department. Coming from L.A., he was adjusting to living in Detroit. He had an excellent reputation as a detective, but was also known as a loner. He walked to the girl’s body. After looking around, he went to her car. Seeing the wheel had been cut, he knew this was more than a mere accident.

Liz watched him. Not concerned with style, he wore a worn leather jacket over a T-shirt and jeans. He was tall, and walked with a slight limp. He spoke with the woman who witnessed the accident. The officer next to her pointed at Liz. Detective Davis looked at her, and nodded at the officer. Finishing with them, he walked over to where she was standing.

“Ms. Taylor, I’m Detective Davis and will be handling this case. I understand that you have a connection to the locket found in the pocket of the deceased.”

“Yes, it was my sister’s locket. She’s been missing for about eight years.”

“I’m sorry…have there been any leads to your sister’s whereabouts?”

“Not much…,” Liz began. “It seems she just vanished one day. She left the house to go to a football game. She never made it to the game…at least no one saw her there. I guess that’s why I work in the department. Helping me get answers, and helping others.”

His dark eyes held compassion and understanding as Liz relayed the details of her disappearance. After a few more questions, he gave her his card to call in case any other information should come forth. Liz gave him her card and asked for the same. He grinned as he turned and walked back to the accident scene.

The next day, Detective Davis called Liz on her cell phone. “Ms. Taylor, would you be able to come to the department sometime this morning. I have some new information regarding your sister.”

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” Liz turned her silver Prius at the corner to the police department. Detective Davis was there waiting for her. He offered a chair in his office.

“Were you aware of any trouble your sister may have been in before she disappeared?” he began.

Judy didn’t get into trouble…she was the perfect daughter, compared to my escapades during our teen years, she thought. “No, there were never any problems with Judy. Why?”

He looked out the window a moment, and then faced her. “I’m sorry to tell you that the woman who was killed in the accident was Judy.”

The room began to spin. Dropping her purse on the floor, Dan ran to the chair before Liz fell out of it. Liz felt so confused. How could that woman have been Judy?

“Judy was part of the witness protection program. She was living in Oklahoma these past eight years under another name, another face, everything was changed to keep her safe... but obviously, not safe enough. I’m sorry for your loss.”

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I love detective stuff and mysteries. Okay, this has a lot going for it, a bit convoluted in the opening and rushed at the close, but whatcha gonna do with 750 words? A good proof read and some minor things would clear up. I like this, belongs in my puppy pen.